( Action, is it? Action, then. Striker Eureka is in hand, Rebellion braced on his arm, and a flame roars over the blade of the sword as he crests the hill.
Sighted: one stuck puppy.
Also sighted: five red templars, strolling in the direction of the puppy, which is currently at risk of being licked to death by Max. Lovely. Though they don't seem to have noticed the pup(s, lets be honest) yet, it seems entirely likely that they will, soon, with the barks. )
All right, then. ( A nod to both his new friends, and he's going to charge down the hill. Side slam into some templars, why not. He's not bad at the human battering ram aspect of warrior life. )
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Sighted: one stuck puppy.
Also sighted: five red templars, strolling in the direction of the puppy, which is currently at risk of being licked to death by Max. Lovely. Though they don't seem to have noticed the pup(s, lets be honest) yet, it seems entirely likely that they will, soon, with the barks. )
All right, then. ( A nod to both his new friends, and he's going to charge down the hill. Side slam into some templars, why not. He's not bad at the human battering ram aspect of warrior life. )